Well I stepped into an avalanche, It covered up my soul; When I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, You must learn, learn to serve me well. When I am on a pedestal, You did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me To kneel grotesque and bare. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe. I can feel you when you breathe.